Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.